"Fuck!"
The next second after leaving Li's bedroom, Jiang Siming let out an utterly speechless sigh in his own room.
So the call hadn't been from Zhao Xiaoxiao.
He had been so frightened that he thought Xiaoxishang was about to come out, but it had all been a misunderstanding.
Jiang Siming was both annoyed and speechless at himself.
If he had merely glanced at his phone, he wouldn't have reacted like that. He had really been too submissive.
The moment a call had suddenly come in at such a critical time, he had been like a startled bird, hurriedly fleeing in panic.
It was the first time in his life he had experienced something like this.
Jiang Siming gave a wry smile. So he could be this cowardly too.
Forget it. There was nothing wrong with being a little submissive toward his first wife. That was called respecting women. (Crooked grin.)
The call had been from Lux.
She had been arranging the racing matters these past few days. She had already arrived in Huaxia, and the cars had been shipped to Shanghai. She was just waiting to race Jiang Siming.
Lux had called to ask about the exact time of the race and when Jiang Siming would come practice and familiarize himself with the cars.
When Jiang Siming heard the reason for the call, he rolled his eyes dramatically.
This trivial matter had completely ruined his mood.
He had nearly thought his first wife was checking up on him. Damn it, Lux. He'd remember this!
Lux had no idea what had happened. The moment she explained why she was calling, Jiang Siming set the race for that very night, said he didn't need to practice, and hung up after saying his piece.
His tone had sounded rather angry. Lux, completely